Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.